The young eunuch stood up, looking a bit timid.
"From the palace?" Ye Qianning asked.
"Yes." The young eunuch's voice trembled slightly.
Ye Qianning saw that the young eunuch looked to be only fifteen or sixteen, as if he had just entered the palace. Even his words of greeting seemed unpracticed.
"Who sent you?"
At her question, the young eunuch immediately dropped to his knees again. "I serve the Eighth Prince."
'Sang Zhi?'
Ye Qianning was a little surprised.
"The Eighth Prince instructed me to give this to Miss Xiang." The young eunuch took a package from within his robes.
Ye Qianning took it and opened it with her small hands. Inside was a porcelain vial and two glittering gold ingots...
'I must seem really poor. Even the little traditionalist knows to send me gold.'
Ye Qianning then opened the porcelain vial. Inside were a few small, black pills. She brought it to her nose and sniffed. It was a high-quality medicine, an excellent remedy for blade wounds.
